198. Rock Me to Sleep On Thy Bosom of Peace

Thou hast come into my temple at last. The doors of my senses are open wide. The bird of darkness has taken wing. I am tuning the harp-strings of my heart to sing an old song newly — the song of my age-old love. I will sing unto Thee a song newly-costumed with the fresh notes of my soul.

The waves of my song shall dance on Thine ocean of cosmic-rhythm and float me on billows of devotion to Thy shores.

O lullaby of song-waves, sing to me the song of my beloved mother eternity.

O fairy song of God’s love, rock me in thy cradle of melody and bring me sleep on His bosom of peace.